A Poem A Day by Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
I read a story today,
and it reminded me of you.
They found a new procedure,
or so the article said,
to operate on the inoperable.
I laughed – Inoperable,
I remember that word,
it was the first time,
I sought beauty in sharp edges.
© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
When you arrive on this earth with a best friend waiting,
you become fearless, not from the strength of your will
but from the power of her love, belief and trust,
that is the power of an elder sister,
the pathfinder and wave-maker,
the one who bore the pain first,
opening paths and facing the unknown,
there to pull me forward, when I held back,
and push me back, when I rushed blindly,
for the gift of a sister, lies not in the warmth of her hand
but in the strength of her heart, in which she keeps those she cherishes.
© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
AN: For my sister on the occasions of her Birthday.
Time taught me
the value of walls
love taught me
the value of a hammer.
© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
She told me,
the only friends I would need,
would be those who were blinded
by the light they saw in my eyes,
and whose light blinded me.
© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
She taught me to seek,
the ones who would hold
my past in their heart,
and wrap it with laughter,
while promising me,
with their eyes,
that they would remember me
in the future,
even if I was not there
to greet it with them.
They in turn
shared with me the
pieces of her heart,
she had left in their care
confident that even in
different bodies, they
would beat in sync
with the rhythm her song.
a tune growing and expanding
with music draw from souls
that protected and shielded
the power of her love,
a gift if legacy passed
down from the bonds of family
born and created to connect
past and future.
© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
AN: For my mother’s friends, who never let us feel alone or forget her.
Darling,
stop trying to catch yourself
from falling,
because love is all about
the landing.
© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
I don’t want your days and nights,
let the sun and the moon claim them,
Instead, I only ask to be
the very air in your lungs,
living and dying
in every moment you exhale.
© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
AN: I haven’t posted for two days, and it made me consider what I wanted to do now that the 2016 challenge was over – I have been on a bit of auto-pilot with the poems – just in that I am trying to challenge myself to grow, learn and expand my horizons. I will be making some changes to the blog.
